They come from the North
Pillaging hoards
Clamouring to rape and defile
As their Longships break shore
The horn blast of war, shatters the still of our Emerald Isle

Ionroir

Erin Go Bragh!
Raising our Cliadheamh-mor , we’ll send them below
Their only clemency
Be the Dead Man’s Glory

Now blood paints the sand
As we make our stand
Driving them back to the water
Destiny calls the heathen must fall
Preserving this land for our sons and our daughters